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The dreamy cloudy gull
Waves o’er the waters dull.He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the
window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I
drop into old Harris’s and have a chat with young Sinclair?
Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his lunch. Must get
those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six guineas.
Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms
to capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in
the railway lost property office. Astonishing the things people
leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. What do they be
thinking about? Women too. Incredible. Last year travelling
to Ennis had to pick up that farmer’s daughter’s ba and hand
it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There’s
a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those
glasses by.His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can’t
see it. If you imagine it’s there you can almost see it. Can’t
see it.
He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held
out his right hand at arm’s length towards the sun. Wanted
to try that often. Yes: completely. The tip of his little finger
blotted out the sun’s disk. Must be the focus where the rays
cross. If I had black glasses. Interesting. There was a lot of
talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard street
west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific explosions
they are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn some